Which old-school sweet shop favourite deserves the top spot in your paper bag?

You suck away politely, then the sherbet bursts out and makes your eyes water. Somehow always found in a nan's handbag.

Barely feels like a sweet until the sherbet hits. You could fit about six in at once, which nobody ever regretted.

That unmistakable smell the second the jar came off the shelf. Half the fun was the pink and yellow halves.

The reliable pick 'n' mix choice when you couldn't be bothered deciding. Still tastes like a school disco.

Pink and yellow, gently sharp, and strangely comforting. The one grown-ups quietly nick from the bowl.